1. |
||||
This is a warning for content herein
The words that I sing just might cause you distress
And if I can pause you before we begin
I would hope that you’d listen before you progress
My songs are all troubled, they’re riddled with pain
My suicidality’s often expressed
And all my anxieties, what’s left of my brain
Is broken, depressive and kind of a mess
And that’s just to start, my politics too
Are radical, aggressive, angry at best
I hope that you know, if leaving you choose
I do understand, from my heart in my chest
I’m ready to start, and if you feel the same
Move on to the record, left click button pressed
It’s heartfelt and angry and kind of insane
Studio’s Closed Anyways from the northern Midwest
|
||||
2. |
Revolutionary Love Song
02:00
|
|||
Quiet talk in the room
I got this hopeless need to consume all around me
America led me here
My body's dead and my mind's soon to follow
My lifestyle's a tomb
I try to escape but I can't seem to get free
Well, "There's nothing to fear,'
That dead man's words always sounded kinda hollow to me.
Are you sick of taking it?
'Cause I'm real sick of faking it
I'm revolution-ready, yeah, I'm ready to blow
I've got an aptitude for breaking things
That don't really belong to me
Let's key the mayor's car or shatter Starbucks' windows!
And if we get caught by the cops
We'll have to take off both our tops
And fuck inside the cop car
Just to piss the pigs off!
And if I ever see your face again,
I'll smile and remember when
We took it to the government
Told them to fuck off!
And your eyes, they shined like diamonds that night!
|
||||
3. |
||||
Did you hear the news?
Did you hear the news that Danny died today?
They found his body washed up on 57th Street Beach
He left the squat a couple days ago
He said he had to go
He said he turned his life around
I was so fucking proud
I'd never hear the sound of his voice again
The cop reported his death
Six shots to the chest
He was at the wrong place at the wrong time
But that's no excuse
For this old abuse
My friend pissed a cop off and then he died
Don't give a shit who you are at home
Don't give a fuck who you are alone
All cops are bad
So fuck your badge
I'll push the pin into your face
Tell me how's that taste
You waste of human space
You dug your fucking grave when you swore an oath
To corporations and banks
It's been a year since Danny died
I cried myself to sleep that night
I wish I had some time to tell him how I felt
Visited his grave the other day
That rotten brick of gray
His dead name scripted on it
Like an insult to his rotting face
That cop got a slap on the wrist
His name on a list
His pistol back after just three damn months
I screamed and I cried
Why'd Danny have to die?
This shit made me realize I've had enough
Don't give a shit who you are at home
Don't give a fuck who you are alone
All cops are bad
So fuck your badge
I'll push the pin into your face
Tell me how's that taste
You waste of human space
You dug your fucking grave when you swore an oath
To corporations and banks
Why am I expected to get over this?
Why am I rejected 'cause I'm pissed my friend is dead?
Don't give a shit who you are at home
Don't give a fuck who you are alone
All cops are bad
So fuck your badge
I'll push the pin into your face
Tell me how's that taste
You waste of human space
You dug your fucking grave when you swore an oath
To corporations and banks
Don't give a shit who you are at home
Don't give a fuck who you are alone
All cops are bad
So fuck your badge
I'll push the pin into your face
Tell me how's that taste
You waste of human space
You dug your fucking grave when you swore an oath
To corporations and banks
|
||||
4. |
This One's for Laura
02:31
|
|||
Laura reclined in her living room
She had a bottle of jack and a whole thing of perfume
She lost herself to the misery, locked herself in her studio tomb
She wrote to the angels, hoped they would reply
But the angels weren't list'ning, they just got quite high
And declared that healthcare was a privilege, as a homeless man died
And I said what the fuck
Is the point when society
Won't take care of it's citizens?
What the fuck
Is the point when government
Won't justify it's own existence?
What the fuck
Is the point of a life where
You don't put up any resistance?
And what the fuck
Is the point of resisting
When you don't pursue it persistently?
Ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
If Laura is dead, then I will never forgive
The fucker that sold her the alcohol, the knife for her wrists
I'll take them all down, get them back for the shit that they did
And that's not the worker in the liquor store
Or the man who sold her the knife because he's poor
But the corp'rate fucks who made them both care for survival more
And I said what the fuck
Is the point when society
Won't take care of it's citizens?
What the fuck
Is the point when government
Won't justify it's own existence?
What the fuck
Is the point of a life where
You don't put up any resistance?
And what the fuck
Is the point of resisting
When you don't pursue it persistently?
Ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
|
||||
5. |
The Eulogy of Mama Jane
02:06
|
|||
Mama Jane was twenty-six when she had Lou Ann
She was Jane's third child
Mama's little special girl
She raised her children on her own
Their father ran away
She'd never find a man or woman to love her
Seventeen years later, Lou was all grown up
Jane thought the world of her, Lou was gonna attend Princeton
Mama never thought her country'd go to war again
Lou was drafted into the marines that year
Recruiters had to fill a quota to feed their families
Mama Jane was devastated
She'd never see Lou's face again
So God bless Mama Jane and Satan fuck the state
There's no time to deliberate
Just get it over with by the end of the day
No one'd miss it anyway
It never did anything
An empty fucking bureaucracy run by a figurehead in bad faith
Mama Jane, don't slip away
Lou couldn't have an open-casket funeral
She couldn't have her body buried
Nothing left but bits and pieces and shrapnel
She lost her life to a battle over foreign oil
Mama Jane cried her eyes away that night in bed
And now she's fucking dead
Why the fuck did I have to sing this song?
So God bless Mama Jane and Satan fuck the state
There's no time to deliberate
Just get it over with by the end of the day
No one'd miss it anyway
It never did anything
An empty fucking bureaucracy run by a figurehead in bad faith
Mama Jane, don't slip away
Mama Jane, don't slip away
Mama Jane, don't slip away
|
||||
6. |
Adderall
01:37
|
|||
Pump me up with drunk and drugs
I wish I understood the way you're moving
You're just so damn confusing
And I don't get it
I don't want that much from life
A small apartment just to make my music
You might call me a loser
But I won't listen
I've been avoiding adderall
Like it's the plague
But in this economy
I need the extra focus
Hocus pocus, pop the pill to
Make it somewhere in this lifetime
Got no lifeline
When's the revolution coming, and will it call my landline?
I don't mind the emptiness
The bottle drains like all the rest, diffusing
Drip drop, drip drop, I'm boozing
So I can smile
Under this administration
Most are not surprised to find me using
Well, it's more like abusing
But what's the difference?
I've been avoiding adderall
Like it's the plague
But in this economy
I need the extra focus
Hocus pocus, pop the pill to
Make it somewhere in this lifetime
Got no lifeline
When's the revolution coming, and will it call my landline?
Slow down
Take it step by step
Day by day, it's okay
Nothing's gonna happen in the next few minutes
Oh shit, here come the nukes
I've been avoiding adderall
Like it's the plague
But in this economy
I need the extra focus
Hocus pocus, pop the pill to
Make it somewhere in this lifetime
Got no lifeline
When's the revolution coming, and will it call my landline?
I've been avoiding adderall
Like it's the plague
But in this economy
I need the extra focus
Hocus pocus, pop the pill to
Make it somewhere in this lifetime
Got no lifeline
When's the revolution coming, and will it call my landline?
Oh yeah!
|
||||
7. |
Twenty-Something
01:52
|
|||
Money's kinda short right now
I'm sorry I can't really help
I've never been that great with cash
I'm not sure if you can tell
And I hate living in this well-meaning hell
My life runs on anxiety
I'm drowning in my bill and still
People expect some piety from me
Fuck that, I hate this place
Fuck your flag and fifty states
First-world shit is second rate
I'd rather be a corpse
So I'll down another whole thing of pills
If I somehow develop the strength and will
To wake up in the morning
Well, I guess that I'll be shook
Fuck your neoliberal
Economy
For expecting me
To always be free
To give up my time
For shit I don't like
Check the obituaries
Another twenty-something suicide
Not to mention marginalization
I'm expected to be part of a nation
Where half of the whole population
Would like to see me dead
Or at least inside a summer camp
Where a pastor takes me by the hand
And isolates and tortures me
To make me wanna be a man, fuck that
I didn't even bring up race
I don't wanna say something in bad taste
So I'll mention ICE and the KKK
And we'll just move along
There's nothing to be proud of here
The place where people live in fear
A place that forced a warrior
Out of a timid little queer
Fuck your neoliberal
Society
For expecting us
To always be free
To go risk our lives
To free all our kind
Check the obituaries
Another twenty-something suicides
|
||||
8. |
The Trans Life
01:14
|
|||
Don't got no cunt to show you after we leave the bar
Don't got no chest to flash in March during Mardi Gras
It's like my heart and body are sep'rated by a wall
And I can't cross the gap that keeps them both apart
They say it's not that bad
It's not that way
Give up your problems
Just give up your pain
I say it's not that hard
For me to go insane
When I'm gaslit like this
I play the game
Don't got the hair that makes you wish I was your girl
Don't got the curves that are comparable to the world
It's kinda weird that when I drink, I have to go hurl
'Cause according to them, I'm less than human, I'm less than a squirrel
They say it's not that bad
It's not that way
Give up your problems
Just give up your pain
I say it's not that hard
For me to go insane
When I'm gaslit like this
I play the game
|
||||
9. |
||||
5 o'clock in the morning
Wake up in what feels like my bed
I take a swig from the cup that's next to me
Radiator turns on and I start to sweat
Suppose it's better than
Freezing to death out on the streets
Been in that place before
Y'know, at least back then,
It wasn't as hard to breathe
And if I have to go to work, I might as well
Just suffocate myself
With a ten foot rope
And a noose I tied myself
Hey Dad, did I ever tell you?
Self-destruction's my cocaine
I'd snort that shit more often if I had the time
Instead, I'm guzzling box wine
And screaming out the pain
And begging for my death to anyone who's passing through
I've had a hard time with kindness
I don't trust everyone I should
I wonder what their object is if not to
Screw me or leave me behind
Some call me paranoid
Suppose that's fair, avoiding people's
Easier than putting effort into trying to form lasting connections
And if I have to save a bridge,
I might as well just
Burn it to the ground
To make sure no one crosses that fucker again
Hey Dad, did I ever tell you?
Self-destruction's my cocaine
I'd snort that shit more often if I had the time
Instead, I'm guzzling box wine
And screaming out the pain
And begging for my death to anyone who's passing through
Hey Dad, did I ever tell you?
Self-destruction's my cocaine
I'd snort that shit more often if I had the time
Instead, I'm guzzling box wine
And screaming out the pain
And begging for my death to anyone who's passing through
I'm begging for my death, yes sir, I'm asking you
I'm asking you.
|
||||
10. |
||||
We were locked away
Made to stay indoors
Told to avert our eyes, to stay inside
To just try and ignore what happened
Outside
As people died
But what's it matter? They were poor
All the good people survived
And then I cried
It's not as though I think people weren't willing to take a stand
It's that I think people were scared that they'd be taken by the man
And they'd be questioned and interrogated, told that they did wrong
And rather than just forget about it, I chose to write this song
Ah ah ah.
We were kept outside
We were left to die
And when we went to ask for reasons, well,
They never told us why
And then I writhed
Writhed in my bed
For my lungs, they couldn't contain air
My face was turning red
And now I'm dead
It's not as though I think people weren't willing to take a stand
It's that I think people were scared that they'd be taken by the man
And they'd be questioned and interrogated, told that they did wrong
And rather than just forget about it, I chose to write this song
It's not as though I think people weren't willing to take a stand
It's that I think people were scared that they'd be taken by the man
And they'd be questioned and interrogated, told that they did wrong
And rather than just forget about it, I chose to write this song
Ah ah ah.
|
||||
11. |
Borderline
02:18
|
|||
Were we s'pposed to meet?
Or weren't we? I can't seem to recall
Worrying that I crossed
Someone's bound'ry again, it's all my fault
I sit here alone
Too scared to go out, what if I get hurt?
If I open up, I'll
Just get burned again, god I never learn
The one's I love are angels
Until they're fucking devils
Until they're fucking Satan
Until they're fucking Hell
My mind ain't in great health
My life ain't going well
It's hard to see the light
Past my fucking borderline
Since I was quite young, I
Pushed people away so they won't get hurt
When I have an epi-
Sode or something else, everything gets worse
So I'm left to wonder
What I did to deserve all of this strife
All I know is that most
Ev'ry day I want to end my life
The one's I love are angels
Until they're fucking devils
Until they're fucking Satan
Until they're fucking Hell
My mind ain't in great health
My life ain't going well
It's hard to see the light
Past my fucking borderline
|
||||
12. |
Pay It Forward
01:29
|
|||
Can't stop
Gotta fight
I'm gonna take it to the streets
I'll take it back
I'm on attack
I'm gonna make you fuckers bleed
For all you did
What you took
From me and all my friends
I'll take it back
I'm on attack
And tonight, your bullshit ends
I ain't the type to take your garbage while I'm lying on the ground
And if you thought that I was docile, well, let's see if your theory compounds
I wonder if your capital will save you from the ninety-nine percent
I'll say it again, tonight your bullshit ends
And since you set the world on fire, I've had no regrets
You're scared
You're afraid
Call us children rioting
You call us fools
No, we're tools
And we'll never change a thing
And I'm not fond
Of being spoken down too
Like I am a child
And I don't think
That it's in your best interest
For me to go wild
I ain't the type to take your garbage while I'm lying on the ground
And if you thought that I was docile, well, let's see if your theory compounds
I wonder if your capital will save you from the ninety-nine percent
I'll say it again, tonight your bullshit ends
And since you set the world on fire, I've had no regrets
|
Carry On, October! Chicago, Illinois
your new favorite chicago transgender punk band. started as a solo folk punk project in 2020, now jamming as a four-piece.
full band recordings coming soon!
vocals/rhythm guitar by maeve 🌼 (she/her) + lead by ouro 🐍 (they/it) + bass by elton 🌞 (any/all) + drums by sloane 😺 (they/she)
tranarchy forever 🏳️⚧️🏴
... more
Streaming and Download help
Carry On, October! recommends:
If you like Carry On, October!, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp